Consciousness fades,
sharpens its blades,
no rest for the wicked,
the guilty,
the saved.
Trust in our ministers,
lost and afraid;
just a few minutes
the curtain will raise.
Apart from the pain,
the agony is not so bad.
It all hangs on an instant;
one trigger, one event.
These words hold us together
one weak link
and we’re a mess.
One bad day
and the promise we made
comes down
around our heads.
It’s the same song
sung all along,
nothing has changed
but the beat.
Until it’s gone
we can go on,
and the silence
seems so sweet.
When it stops,
when the axe drops
and we look around
to our quiet, empty self,
deafens the call
the pain of it all
is lost under the swell.
Hold it together, now
you’re missing
that little part of you
that keeps you together,
it’s gone forever
and you’re coming
apart at the seams,
with silence and screams.
Pull
the
pin
and
throw
it
away.
Your life is a grenade.
HG -2016
